Musings by The Poet Loriet
The Yellow Ones
I pick through
the bowl of gumdrops,
eating all the yellow ones.
I just woke up
in yesterday's T-shirt
with rumpled hair
and morning breath.
VH1 is playing
all the videos
with long cool blondes
who make everything
look magical.
I feel inadequate,
having one of those
"I feel fat" days.
Watching sexy girls
on video
is probably not
therapeutic.
I want to feel
sexy again.
I have been
feeling my age,
and something about
yellow gumdrops
seems to soothe
the rough edges
of my sanity.
Goody goody
gumdrops,
make me giggle
like the little girl
who's trapped
inside this
thirty-something
body!
Laughter
is the only magic
that's real
in this crazy world--
where we
celebrate beauty
and mock
imperfection.
God, how I need to laugh!
Lori Beal
the bowl of gumdrops,
eating all the yellow ones.
I just woke up
in yesterday's T-shirt
with rumpled hair
and morning breath.
VH1 is playing
all the videos
with long cool blondes
who make everything
look magical.
I feel inadequate,
having one of those
"I feel fat" days.
Watching sexy girls
on video
is probably not
therapeutic.
I want to feel
sexy again.
I have been
feeling my age,
and something about
yellow gumdrops
seems to soothe
the rough edges
of my sanity.
Goody goody
gumdrops,
make me giggle
like the little girl
who's trapped
inside this
thirty-something
body!
Laughter
is the only magic
that's real
in this crazy world--
where we
celebrate beauty
and mock
imperfection.
God, how I need to laugh!
Lori Beal
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The Yellow Ones
The Yellow Ones
